You 👏🏻 cannot 👏🏻 opt 👏🏻 out 👏🏻 of 👏🏻 reality.
Today's Supreme Court decision, though couched in the language of freedom and inclusivity, is a tragic failure for
I met a friend of a friend yesterday who asked me what my job was. For the first time in my life, I answered, “I’m a writer.”
When he asked where he could find my online publication, an acquaintance (whom I barely know and who doesn’t
deconstruction
Yes, in spite of everything
An honest reflection on walking away from God, living with uncertainty, and returning to faith 'kicking and screaming.
Was chatting with a friend about being in touch with a few illustrators for my upcoming short story collection.
I mentioned having hoped for more illustrations in the book, but that I wouldn’t be able to afford more
I gave Claude my short story collection and asked whom it would help feel seen. This is what it said:
Primary Groups Who Will Feel Seen:
Grieving & Loss:
* Grieving parents ("Her Name is Beloved" - mother losing
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husband: you can’t just keep buying books!
me: i don’t understand
Maybe it’s summer or maybe it’s burnout.
Maybe I’m having a depressive episode again.
Maybe it’s the world weighing too heavily on me.
Whatever it
My whole problem is that I want to do all these things and projects and I get all excited mentally planning them out.
And then I remember I have a toddler.
When you’re pacing around waiting for your line editor to get back to you, and she texts you this 😭:
deconstruction
How fundamentalism nearly destroyed my relationship with God
I was a sophomore in college when I turned my back on the religion of my childhood and declared myself no longer a Christian.
My Sunday Shelfie features my stack of books from the library and current reads. I’ve been a bit greedy but not in the least regretful.
grief
This is the fourth year since your son died
This is the fourth year since your son died.
You wonder where the time has gone, and wonder if it’d be cliche to say it sometimes still feels like yesterday.
My mom first brought me to our local Barnes and Noble when I was in elementary school.
During a chaotic childhood, those memories of sitting there for a couple hours just to read books with her are
Made it to EIGHT indie bookstores this past weekend! Not too shabby for a hermit.
Joanna Penn said nobody actually reads their pretty special edition books.
Um I do!
(I mean, I wash my hands thoroughly first, but…)
I’m not one of those people who
No AI will ever write as slowly as I do. Unfortunately. Edit: I change my mind. It’s not unfortunate, it’s human me with my human limitations—unapologetically so.
I was invisible and voiceless. Now I write for the invisible and voiceless. Because being seen feels like taking a deep sigh and relaxing your shoulders after holding your breath for too long.
Anyone else still writing letters and mailing them? Am I one of the last ones standing? 😭
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